Barely Legal, Jay Browne - Dat Way Lyrics

I don't know what I've been told
But these pussy niggas fold
I don't know what I've been told
But these pussy niggas fold

Packing my bags and got back on the road
Young niggas cracking the code
Pushing the whip like sum shit that I stole
Packing the these shows like I'm packing my bowl
I packed out her nigga took the pack then I go
Moving to fast but I keep my control
I'm on yo ass but I keep my composer
Field it got range but look small in this Rover
I bear witness but I ain't Jehovah
Still telling lies for my guys that be whipping that shit moving bricks out the back of that yota
Use to want friends now I want me sum closure
Niggas done changed ever since I got older
Puff of my chest cause my neck carry boulders
Bitch you ain't mine you can't cry on my shoulders
Nothing but lies in them dreams that I sold her

We been at ya neck like a harem bone
Nigga you ain't stepping you a stepping stone
Said she want it raw rolling up a cone
Money calling Bands picking up the phone
When they play your songs hear a lot of clones
This a anthem for the bad ratchet hoes
A lot of naked woman sliding down the poles
A lot of naked woman shhhh
Always had racks god by my side
Feel like shadrach stepping out the fire
This the year you all have to pick a side
Standing in the middle where you fixing to die
Bull shit that way
Get the strap mac spray
Revelations last day
Who's the goat that's Jay

I've been geeking off the void mind got lost in that shit
Brought my chick some new tits now I'm lost in that bitch
In the abyss changing my pitch
I don't snitch on gang nigga I don't switch
Get yo bitch nigga nigga she going to get hit
Put her on a red table last name Smith
Fuck yo gang or who you be with
I'll dry a nigga off put em up like a dish
Got em on a death bed now he needing a wish
Get a pick me a shawty tell her suck my dick
While she sucking that dick might crash the bitch
Stage dive in some pussy hoping it got grip
Grip tight like a dyke man I'm sick of that shit
Best kiss ya mother bye if you messing with the kid

I ain't dying yet but I ain't living
Stacking paper till I stack a billion
Pray for all my niggas and future children
Fuck them planes I'm shooting at them pigeons

That way (bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping
But these pussy niggas fold

That way (bullshit) That way (bullshit)
I don't know what I've been told
That way (bullshit)
Send them niggas stepping